AN: This was written as a Fillmore/Tehama, but it could be taken multiple ways, I guess. I'm trying to keep this so that what the couple is depends on your perception of the situation; a friend of mine said this was kind Vallejo/Tehama… Whatever. (Note to Mr. Average: I was thinking of Anza while writing that. Oo.)

By the way, if there's a specific couple you'd like to see, review and I'll write it, though I may not post it in this fic depending on the length.

And also, if I do a follow up chapter to chapter one or this, I'll have it clearly marked as such, so that you don't need to strain your brains.

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Sleepy.

She was so sleepy. And after a four hour chase downtown to catch the punks who thought they could steal every computer in school and ship them to Delaware, she had a right to be. Every part of her hurt, and things had gone according to plan. God, if they hadn't… She couldn't think of it. She was too sleepy.

"Hey!" he objected when her head dropped onto his shoulder, "What do you think you're doing?"

She didn't answer. She was sleeping.

He rolled his eyes. Half an hour, he told himself, half an hour and then the train would stop at the newly built platform at X. She yawned against him. He yawned.

Time seemed to stop. The bright white light flickered, casting tiny shadows across her face. She looked so peaceful, especially for someone who'd just spent the bulk of her evening chasing criminals. Her hair fell forward. He brushed it away, then looked up. The others were all asleep, except Anza, who, for a second, lowered his eyebrows in the closest thing to a glare that he had. After a moment, however, he smiled faintly and looked away.

He exhaled and looked down at the sleeping girl.

So… was this okay? He didn't know. But it didn't matter. The world seemed different in here, quiet and cool and perfect. He gingerly pushed her bangs back, marveling at the softness of her hair. He'd never noticed it before, mostly because Safety Patrollers never looked soft. Safety Patrol girls were tough and sassy and fierce… except now.

She slumped forward and fell into his lap. He froze, eyes wide. At first he felt, well, terrified. But minutes trickled by and he gently placed a hand on her head. She felt cold and after a second, she shook. God, who'd turned up the AC? Whatever. He had it covered.

Feeling like a fool and ignoring the look on Anza's face, he took off his jacket and placed it on her. No doubt this would be the laugh of the Safety Patrol for the week. He could hear the jokes now…

But it didn't matter. He was sleepy.